#purse
A football game was the call
And I stood tall
A purse full of wishes
Landed in the ditches
Should have trusted my intuitions
On a Trailways bus
Mile after mile
Losing my inhibitions
Nov 25, 2023
Nov 25, 2023 at 10:03 PM UTC
Ambrosial stitches weave
on the seams of closeness.
Arms encompassing beyond grasps,
never loosing the palms of the other.
Under burgundy does modesty elude,
outlines of what is crafted beneath.
Locking intimacy together,
virtues never revealing.
They are the keepers of each other,
richness ever filling within.
For if every penny was love,
plentiful would there togetherness bring.
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 4:29 PM UTC
he touched her wrong
we went and choked him
to death
he was
found
with my nuts
on his chin
we were
arrested
the
next day
i
helped me
defend myself
we
we're acquitted
now her love puts me
in
prison
after
what
she
said
?
...
..
.
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 9:41 AM UTC
When verse
was terse
it took
a party
with total
regard to
race and
Union still
a Republican
stronghold here
and that
satisfied again
where we'd
put him
on top
of himself
the sea
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 3:27 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
You might have ran away from the cops
A few times and the insane crime rate
Really influenced,
You may have stole from your moms purse
And she will never find that your little ego
Made you do it,
You make these bad decisions in your life
Cause your father was never there and your
Mother don't understand,
All these bad choices don't make you who you
Are,
You have to fight and take a stand,
to be a man, that should be the plan,
All that you are can't be centered around
an Evil and warm embrace,
Just splash some water right in your face,
And say that your better than this bad space,
Cant lose your life over this,
And its just another phase.
/
My mind is like a glass figure ready to be cracked,
pushing pulses and making eye contact hurts my soul,
I am to the edge, making one last impression on others,
beautiful faces with bad intentions,
exploring the darker side of life and love and places,
no one knows what goes on in ones mind but lets be
clear that they have pleasant thoughts and areas
*of the brain that gives a **** about the stress and strain*
of it all while tackling situations first hand in combat.
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 11:28 AM UTC
I've got flower petals
spilling out of my purse and I
cradle them like babies
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 9:05 AM UTC
Gold crown of Olympus, hair crown and
Skin gown. First we throw our bodies at
One another. Heaping piles of human soup.
Bold maneuvers, hands and mouths and
Boy meets girl lying down, on top, intertwined.
Skittish moves on a tryst. Wet fingers of freshly
Tendered infinite decibel pleasure screams.
Streamers above a long rooting movement.
Overture of Aphrodite. Sparkling, glitter woman,
Legs pressed tightly to the chest,
Loose appendages intertwined. Intersticed dactyls
In rapture, soothing. Bodies build to one heart's beat.
Two muses fused together. If I wasn't afraid I'd wake you up
I'd slip on my shoes and make a tropical fruit fondue.
Stage two:
Ice cream lover's delight. Opus to brown sugar.
To swimming again, a pursed lurking of lips
In the academy of the pastoral commonwealth.
We eat at our stations of the sublime. Today which was
A day of discord- you nursed me back to the land of the living.
Stage three:
***
Stage four.
***
Stage five:
As we earn our pageantry to take
Stride on this Earth, and string a
Great bow of eager success among all of us,
You, me, them. While I continue to
Gaze at you. If not dinner, perhaps a
Cup of tea instead.
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 4:35 AM UTC